A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World

And Li Feng finally moved.

He caught both of her wrists in one hand with effortless strength, pulling her forward until her naked body slammed against his chest.

Her full breasts pressed firmly against him as she struggled wildly.

”Enough.” he said calmly, though his voice carried a hint of amusement. ”You’re going to hurt yourself at this rate.”

Purple Death thrashed in his grip, legs kicking, thighs still trembling and slick with his white seed.

”Let go of me, you perverted bastard!” she snarled, trying to headbutt him. ”I’ll bite your throat out! I’ll rip your balls off! I’ll— mmph?!”

Li Feng silenced her with a deep kiss, one hand firmly holding her soft waist while the other released her wrist and moved down to knead her juicy, plump rear possessively.

”Mmm—!!”

Purple Death tried to bite the invading tongue with all her strength, but it felt as hard as steel.

Her teeth couldn’t even leave a mark.

’Why is this guy’s every body part so ridiculously tough?!’

The thought made her mind spin.

Everything felt like a fever dream.

She thrashed harder in his grip, trying to turn her head away, but Li Feng held her firmly, deepening the kiss.

His tongue dominated her mouth while his hand kneaded her plump rear possessively, fingers digging into the soft flesh and spreading her cheeks slightly.

When he finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected their lips.

Purple Death panted heavily, her face burning with humiliation and unwanted heat.

Her vertical slit pupils were wide with a chaotic mix of rage and lingering pleasure.

”You... animal...” she gasped, voice hoarse. ”Kissing me after everything you’ve done...!”

Li Feng smiled calmly, one arm still wrapped around her waist, holding her naked body tight against his.

”I’m not an animal,” he replied softly, almost gently. ”I’m simply finishing what I started. Your soul is still fragile so the more we exchange energy, the faster it heals.”

He rolled his hips slowly, letting his thick length slide along her wet slit without entering her again, teasing her clit with every movement.

Purple Death’s thighs trembled.

A soft, involuntary whimper escaped her before she could try to bite his face.

”Nngh...! Don’t... don’t you dare move like that... you shameless- ah!”

Her hands pushed weakly at his chest, but there was far less strength behind them now.

For some strange reason, her body became soft and incredibly sensitive whenever he touched her, causing her to lose strength as her insides twitched... eagerly?

Li Feng kissed the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, then down to her neck, all while keeping her pressed tightly against him.

”Relax, Purple Death,” he murmured against her skin. ”You can curse me all you want later. Right now... just let me heal you.”

She wanted to retort, to threaten him again, but another slow grind of his hot length against her soaked folds stole her breath.

Her legs shook, and she had to lean more of her weight against him to stay standing.

”...I hate you...” she whispered weakly, but her hips gave a tiny, almost imperceptible twitch against him.

Li Feng smiled and tightened his hold on her.

His still-hard little brother twitched excitedly as it slowly pressed against her slick entrance again, aiming to finish what he had started.

”I know.”

Squelch...

With a wet, obscene sound, he pushed back inside her in one smooth, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt once more.

With that, Li Feng resumed his act of righteousness to make sure this woman was fully healed, before he... proceeded to the next plan.

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After a long, intense session of dual cultivation, the golden light of Soul Purification finally dimmed to a soft, stable glow inside the wooden house.

”Haa... Haa... Haa...”

Purple Death lay exhausted on her back in the center of the large spiritual silk bed, covering her flushed face with one arm.

Her alluring, large chest rose and fell heavily with ragged breaths.

Her short black hair was completely disheveled, sticking to her sweat-drenched face and neck.

Her once-pale skin was flushed a deep, shameful red from her cheeks all the way down to her breasts and thighs.

Thick, white streams of Li Feng’s seed slowly leaked out from her swollen, well-used entrance, dripping down onto the sheets beneath her.

Her long, toned legs were spread weakly, still trembling from the exertion.

Again and again, her body had betrayed her... clenching and milking him even as she cursed him.

Li Feng sat beside her on the bed, drinking some water with a satisfied smile on his face.

Then he turned toward Purple Death and smiled.

”You did well.” he said softly, ”Your soul is almost completely healed now. How do you feel?”

Purple Death turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

Her voice came out hoarse and weak, but still carried that familiar cold edge.

”...I feel disgusting. Full of your filthy seed...”

She tried to sit up, but her body gave out immediately.

She fell back onto the bed with a soft groan, legs twitching as another thick glob of white liquid leaked out of her.

Li Feng chuckled lightly.

”Judging by how lively you sound, I’d say you’ve recovered quite well... well enough for us to have a serious talk.”

His voice turned a bit cold by the end.

And Purple Death’s body stiffened slightly as she noticed that.

...As during the entire dual cultivation process, Li Feng had only spoken to her with gentle, lewd whispers.

This was the first time his tone had become cold and serious.

For some reason... she didn’t like it at all.

She slowly lowered her arm from her face and looked at him with wary, exhausted eyes.

”...What do you want now?” she asked, her voice still hoarse. ”You’ve already taken what you wanted. My body. My first time. My primordial yin. What more could you possibly demand from a ’filthy half-breed’ like me?”

Li Feng’s expression remained calm, but there was a sharp, calculating glint in his eyes.

He reached out and gently brushed a strand of sweaty hair from her face.

Though his touch was no longer purely affectionate, as it carried quiet possessiveness.

”It’s simple. I want you... your everything.”

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